A Reading Place
A dedicated place to read and think brings simple joy and reflections of times gone by.
What’s in a name?
As a writer, I’ve found certain words jump off a page and conjure up alluring imagery that form the basis for all I write. But no single word has enticed me more than ‘sojourner’.
It’s raining again
Pouring rain means a day indoors but reminds me that a life connected to nature means the need to adapt.
The Outer Isles
‘But it was the fly line rolling back and forth in the half-light of the valley that changed me; the only movement save for the running river and the wind through the trees.’
From the opening of a book I began writing some time ago. Perhaps I will continue…
The gifts of fortune
In Part 3 of the Away Again series, I take a somewhat philosophical dive into what makes us happy, agency, and the joys of a simple life.
It’s four o’clock somewhere
Lying in the sun and living deliberately. Thinking about life and death and a life of purpose. Part 2 of the Away Again series.
Where does this love of the sea come from?
A creative look back on childhood memories of boats, bays, and marinas. An excerpt from a much larger work that I hope one day to have published.
Away Again
I saw the sea eagle first, gliding low, searching for sleepy fish, riding the updraft from the small cliff face that rose above my chosen end of the beach.